"Mom, I think something fell down," Wyatt said from the kitchen above.
"Oh," my automated voice said.
He is a smart cookie, he knows that sometimes it is best to repeat things when mom is on the computer.
"Mom, there's something down there for you. I don't know where it came from, but you might want to look at it!"
Now he has my attention.
Did someone get hurt?
Did something break?
I look down at my feet and see the object he was talking about, taped with a piece of Scotch tape:
I opened it with great care and inside, I found this:
He will make one very special woman a very happy wife if he keeps this up.